I make my way out to the car, so I can again wipe shit off a tiny ass. Husband gathers parts that will later be an 8hr project. (No joke, it was literally 8hrs).

Once more, I make my way back through the warehouse. I find husband, and he proceeds to tell me that he can’t find the legs for the unit. There are none in the section.

I find Ikea man… it is now well into the afternoon and Ikea is hopping like South Beach during a music festival. He looks up the part and they will not have it again for 2 weeks… “But, Miami Ikea has a ton”.

FUCK

How do you build a wall unit without feet? Fuck FUCK FuCK FUCK.

I find husband and break the bad news… he has 1/2 a ton sitting on the flat bed cart ready to purchase.